The tall, elegant black woman is a thing of wonder, an object of affection,
admiration, and appreciation via adoration. She is to be honored and
celebrated on a daily basis. There is nothing like her in all of nature.
Magic emanates from her hands, her movements, her thoughts. She
has no equal. She is pure Deva, unsullied by the clamor and corruption
of an out of control, mass media conditioned, wayward society.
The tall, elegant, brazenly mature black woman is a marvel, a
testamonial to the beauty and power of self actualization, to a
sense of individuality and purpose. She is Deva Extraordinaire,
goddess, beacon of excellence in a world best suited for mediocrity.
Watch her hands, her expressions, listen to her words, witness the
graceful coordination of her compelling and fluid walk. Follow her ideas,
endow her with the proper respect, provide for her dreams and elevate
her to throne, for she is but an illusion, the projection of a much shorter,
equally cerebral and statuesque black woman who is on her way to
visit her anglo lover. Right turn ahead............